No matter how the lord resisted over the next thirty years, Kyle would not go soft on him.
As Velin pondered this, a sudden chill ran down his back. He had an uneasy feeling. Given his strength, he should not have been able to feel cold.
"Lord, will you be staying the night?"
"No, we'll head back overnight." After giving it some thought, Velin abandoned the idea of staying overnight.
They traveled back quickly and returned to the Dwarf Stone Pass area in just four hours.
At dawn the next day, Velin took his guards and set out to inspect the next area.
A month later, the inspection ended, and Velin returned to his painful yet happy days.
On April 15th, 9736 of the Radiant Calendar, the nine-month garrison mission finally came to a complete end.
According to orders from the 6th Commander Department, their Twenty-seventh Legion would be transferred to the northern Graylight Wasteland, where it would join forces with the Thirtieth Legion and attack Angala Province.
The day after receiving the order, Velin summoned the garrison troops from the other three regions to assemble at Dwarf Stone Pass.
According to the mission assigned by the Twenty-seventh Legion, the 135th Legion would serve as the vanguard, entering the Graylight Wasteland to clear out the Centaur clans bordering Angala Province and open the way for the main army.
There was no need to think about it. This low-risk mission had surely been secured for him by his Third Uncle.
Of course, Lord Madmonk might also have played a part in it.
"Viscount Moncas, Viscount Olcott, and Viscount Edgar, your troops will form the vanguard."
"Yes, Legion Commander." The three viscounts rose and answered loudly.
Velin then looked at the two disabled viscounts—Viscount Orik, who had lost his left arm, and